Monday, January 25, 2016

We love the way news services went ga-ga last week over a report that in
2014 three Air Force airmen assigned to, and
with special clearances for, nuclear missile maintenance damaged a nuke at a
USA missile base.Apparently -- goes the
story -- the public was never in any danger, though we're told the trio of USAF
personnel no longer have missile-related duties.That's the good news,The bad news is that Iran now has over 100
billion extra dollars to pursue their own nuke program, no matter how long it
takes, because Obama, Kerry & Co. apparently feel we can somehow tame the
best terrorism manufacturer on the planet and chase away all that annoying
radicalism like fleas off a dog.But I
digress. . .

I only raise a question here, but why is it that we find this little
tidbit in the mainstream media, yet years of documented reports by former
officers and enlisted personnel of, primarily, the Air Force regarding
eyewitness observations of UFOs visiting and, in some cases, interacting with
nuclear missiles on various military bases fail to raise more than an eyebrow
or two?

Despite extensive interviews with former (and current) military
witnesses to UFO activity on U.S. nuke bases, researchers such as Robert
Hastings and others seem to be routinely ignored or referenced mainly as human
interest subjects for mainstream news sources, and their efforts certainly seem
to have motivated no public pursuit of the truth in Congress.

In this era of drones and other spectacular air technology, we fear
increasingly, as stated on previous occasions, that the main people remembered
for their connection to the UFO subject far in the future will be the
contactees, those intrepid and often delusional folks who spun wild tales of
trips to other planets and meetings with glamorous extraterrestrials back in
the 1950s.Why?Simply because they're the ones who spoke up
and established a place, outrageous or not, for themselves early on, while
scientists who should have tackled the serious side of the UFO phenomenon
immediately chose instead to dismiss and ridicule what actually seemed curious
and potentially rewarding UFO evidence at that time.By their silence, by their derision, by their
very response of hiding in fear from the scientific obligation to examine
"flying saucer" evidence early on, scientists forfeited history's spotlight
to the absurd, first and foremost, and nothing makes great newspaper headlines
like contactee-generated taradiddle.

So, perfectly willing we are to speak of careless airmen damaging a
missile (IF that's the real story), but to even whisper of nukes allegedly
evaluated and even affected operationally by one or more strange somethings
from the sky on far more than one occasion, well, how much truth can we
stand?Actually, the question is, how
much truth can we get?And who will give
it?

Moments in time, like individual snowflakes observed under a microscope, appear unique.My current
moment expresses confidence in the belief that Ted Cruz should be
President.Sure, I could live with
Donald Trump if necessary -- but even months after he first announced, and I
questioned then whether he would be a legitimate candidate or class clown, I
continue to have problems with his all too apparent blowhard & blather
aspect.One gets the impression he's a
solitary act, not big on taking advice from others -- and don't we currently
have somebody like that sitting in the White House?

Worse, a disturbing and growing congregation of "old boy"
GOP establishment members suddenly cling to Donald Trump's pant leg as if he's
the only candidate on the right who can save their cushy affiliation with the
GOP:Trent Lott (!), Bob Dole and O.
Hatch, for example.

So Trump bad-mouths Cruz with more than a few verbal back-stabbings
and becomes the very definition of "a nasty man" that he piles upon
Cruz.Claiming that Cruz is owned by
banks (oh, please!), Trump fails to mention his own troubled relationship with
casino-related bank loans which went south and cost him not a penny's worth of
personal responsibility -- whereas Cruz's involvement with banks pretty much
involves taking out personal loans against money he already invested and had
available as collateral.Who's the bad
guy here, Donald?

Then there's everybody's darling, the only woman in history who ever
deserved to be President, Hillary R. Clinton.After all, Bill held Office, so it's her turn.Can't wait until the Obama spouse plays that
game.The trouble with "Hill"
is her ever-evolving problems with those troublesome e-mails -- and now we find
her server may have shared documents classified way higher than "Top
Secret," reportedly even allowing access by the questionable Clinton
Foundation.Oh oh.Well, not to worry, that's just Hillary being
Hillary.Military people have gone to
prison and received other punishments for far less, but, dang it all, she's
Hillary, wife of Bill.It'll be okay,
won't it?Besides, treating her server
like a publicly accessible candy machine dispenser for the Chinese, the
Russians and any other anybody who cared to grab a peek provided a real global,
United Nations-style public service, did it not?

True enough, if she wastes away in a prison cell, a lot of The
Faithful currently drooling in anticipation that she would find and release All
The Government Files About UFOs if elected President will be profoundly
disappointed.Me?I've hoped longer than 50 years that any such
information would be released.But the
giant caveat is Hillary herself.If you
love what Obama & Co. have done to the country, Hillary's your (not to
sound sexist) girl, ready and willing to take progressive standards to the nth
degree.

When it comes down to putting the nation back on a rational course vs.
allowing Hillary Clinton and progressive Democrats to continue taking us over
the cliff, even as she makes UFO-related promisesthat will likely never see the light of
day, I'll choose fixing the USA, thank you.As things stand now, Hillary Clinton's talents might best be expressed
by having her make license plates in some women's prison.As if.

Of some curiosity is the revelation that the Clinton Library intends
to release nearly 500 pages of something regarding Donald Trump's contacts with
the Clinton White House -- yet, this mini-flood of documents won't be
accomplished until April.Perhaps just
in time to attempt a Trump annihilation before the elections?Hmm, what could possibly be in store?

Not to forget the other election "choice" -- confirmed
socialist Bernie Sanders.I love the
smell of communism in the morning, doesn't everybody?So what does the Democrat Party offer its
misguided and delusional faithful this time around on the ol' election
circuit?A commie geriatric, a
soon-to-be far leftist geriatric all dolled up for a possible (though unlikely,
the Elite being whom they are) prison stint and that other candidate, old
what's-'is-name, The Invisible Man.

Everybody hates Ted?Not unexpecTEDly, all the Washington
elitists are coming out to take Cruz down.Nobody likes Ted, says Donald Trump?Good.Good.GOOD.Cruz couldn't receive a higher compliment under any circumstances.Some seem enraged because he called Sen. Mitch
McConnell a liar -- though if the story Cruz tells about his encounter with
McConnell is true, then the senator is a liar (Have we seen McConnell
responding to the charge?No.).

However, of more immediacy is Ted Cruz's comments about "New York
values."Well now, it so happens
he's right, and nobody knows this to be true more than people who live anywhere
in New York BUT the city and its boroughs.Many problems arise from the NY State Assembly and Senate, examples of
the most corrupt government institutions in the United States.Recent indictments, trials and verdicts of
guilty for members at the highest levels of state government tell the story in
a state long drowning in elitist crime, absurdly high taxes and abandonment by
businesses and entrepreneurs.As non-NYC
residents well realize, a vastly unfair amount of taxpayer money goes to
support NY City, as Upstate areas are deprived, dismissed and considered by
snotty, progressive elitists as "cow country" inhabited by bumpkins
incapable of self-governance and whose opinions are irrelevant.

And then there's New York's megalomaniac Democrat governor Andrew
Cuomo, who condemns Cruz for his reference to NY "values," but who
himself said just months ago that there is "no place" for
conservatives in New York.A hypocrite
in every sense is Cuomo, who claims a welcoming state and beams with pride as
he proclaims his intention to make NY the most progressive state in the
nation.Cuomo originally campaigned for
governor by promising to eliminate mandates which strangle NY growth and keep
taxes through the roof, yet to date his assurances have failed.In addition, Cuomo and NY City's communist
mayor despise one another, each playing the "progressive" game to his
own satisfaction. Recently, Cuomo has even played a sort of "Hunger
Games" with the state, dangling taxpayer funds, which rightly belong to
all taxpayers, over specific areas, daring them to come up with appropriate
plans to "win" funding.The
elitist rulers pull the strings, every day, and Cruz had it right.

By excoriating Ted Cruz, Trump reveals himself as an elitist in his
own right, and we should regard such meanness and smugness with some
concern.Yes, Trump is successful and
gets things done. Cruz, to his own credit, promised Texans when he ran for the
state senate that he would accomplish certain goals -- and reportedly did
everything he promised.How often does
that happen in politics?

The country, at least for this fleeting moment, craves a Ted Cruz as
President.He's consistently soft-spoken,
without all the blather, and maintains a cool head.Nobody among the Washington royalty class
likes brilliant constitutionalist and promise-keeper Ted Cruz?No wonder!That's a giant asset for the country, and at this very moment I'm
thinking Cruz is the best choice of all to get America back on a rational
track.But yes, Trump could indeed
surprise us all as president, in a good way.We'll see.

Oscar Nominations:Well, controversy rages over the absence of
black actor nominations for an Academy Award.Me?This year, I think the whole
project should go south except for maybe a half hour where actor Jamie Foxx
receives the highest award for pulling that guy out of a burning vehicle --
and, for gosh sakes, give Sean Penn honorable mention for bravely interviewing
"El Chapo" forRolling
Stoneand arranging, albeit against
his will or expectation, to probably add his own name to a hit list, courtesy
of the brutal Mexican drug cartel.No
good deed goes unpunished.

DiCaprio warns the world:Good grief, yet another speech by a
"dedicated" Hollywood actor about climate change and what we need to
do about it.Meanwhile, Leonardo
DiCaprio and his fellow actors and actresses jet around the world in their
private, presumably environmentally destructive aircraft and foul the waters
with fuel needed to propel huge watercraft whilst condemning the rest of us for
not waking up to correct things which, frankly, science on the other side tells
us do not exist.Funny, oh how
uproariously funny, how people who make their money by parroting words from a
movie script, as they manipulate every practiced muscle and limb exactly as
directors require, presume to portray themselves away from the movie cameras as
experts who know what's best for us, the intellectually unwashed of the
world.Sorry, mere fame and fortune
acquired during daily showers ofLet's
Pretenddo not an authority make,
silver screen kiddies. I think I like self-righteous celebrities better when they're on drugs and speaking incoherently about subjects they can barely speak about when coherent.

Football, everywhere football,. . .and other "professional" sports dominate TV screens and daily
lives.What's it about, what's the
attraction?We suspect it all adds up to
nothing more than bragging rights consistent withmine is bigger than yoursboasts.And this, mind you, goes on day after week after month after year.If only the fans cared as much about a
government and world affairs collapsing all around us, all prettied up with presidential speeches
saturated in one man's personal national and global fantasies.

Tuesday, January 12, 2016

After a mirror obviously broke somewhere in the U.S. and brought us, to date,
seven years of bad luck -- really, really bad luck -- in the indictable persona
of President Barack Obama, we suddenly get tears.Plenty of tears.We didn't get presidential tears after the
Fort Hood murders and we never get presidential tears when cops are shot down in cold blood
by the best examples of ignorant human street trash.Apparently, crying only occurs when Obama,
perhaps having absorbed acting lessons effectively from his association with
leftist actors and directors, attacks the Second Amendment.We suggest those were tears of joy, not tears
of sorrow, because he was all dolled up and ready to shoot yet another
Executive Order into the heart of American rights.This time, it's guns, and next time -- well,
with another year to go. . . . . .

Conservative news sources are abuzz with a report that FBI investigators have discovered so much evidence against
Hillary Clinton that Bureau and even DOJ personnel are ready to "revolt" if
Loretta Lynch's Dept. of Justice doesn't take appropriate action.The fear, of course, is whether she will
adhere to political considerations (that is, keep the Democrats happy) or
actually do her job.So far, because we
seem to have running the DOJ little more than Eric Holder as a woman, all
suspicious eyes are watching Lynch closely.

Mexican drug king "El Chapo" maybe extradited to the United States, but we may ask, why bother with all the
paperwork? Just drop him a few miles from our border, point him north and tell
him to start walking.He'll be here in
no time at all, along with all the others just looking - for - a - better -
life.Like a magnet, our border will
deliver "E.C." here in no time flat.Sean Penn's role?Um, I don't
know -- but don't be surprised if Obama awards the Presidential Medal of
Freedom to both the Chavez of Venezuela-lovin' Penn andThe Rolling Stonefor. . .because of their. . .due to. . .well,
the White Housecharacteristically
thinks of something to cover up questionable odors.

Is this what we've come down to?You can't even challenge 'em with the brains
needed to accomplish crossword puzzles anymore.NOW, the ADULT weak of ability need only order coloring books with
images of cats already printed on each page, and they can while away vacant
time by coloring drawings of cats in seemingly endless patterns.What used to be couched as paint-by-number
activities for children has now taken so-called adults by storm, and we,
frankly, fear, rather then embrace, this phenomenon.Duh.Then again, maybe coloring paper cats in his cell will give El Chapo
something to keep him occupationally occupied until his next prison break.

The State of the Union speech should be interesting this evening, but only because the prez says he's going to do something different. Seems he plans to focus on the country's future, rather than spending incredibly boring minutes on all his failures -- which, to be honest, pretty much account for his whole term in office to date. Oh, I know his fans would profess otherwise, but just look at his supporters. . .the ones who stubbornly remain at his side, that is. No surprise there.

Thursday, January 7, 2016

1947 must have been an interesting year, though I
hadn't yet arrived on the birth scene to know anything, but just imagine --
something (something, something, something. . .) landed, crashed or bounced on
ranch land, causing a stir in Roswell, New Mexico.In addition, reports of strange flying discs
and other airborne objects were being reported through official government
channels, often by pilots, thus racking up a wealth of documents, most of which
wouldn't see public release until many years later, redactions included.

The same year, Twentieth Century Fox released an enchanting film
entitled,The Ghost and Mrs. Muir,starring Rex Harrison, Gene Tierney, George
Sanders and a very young Natalie Wood (forget the TV series of a later day,
populated by different actors, remarkable only for being a TV series. . .).TGAMMhas long been one of my favorite motion pictures of all time, enhanced
by abeautiful and haunting musical
score by master composer Bernard Herrmann.

In basic terms, the story concerns the ghost of dead sea captain
Daniel Gregg (Harrison) and a very much alive purchaser, widow Lucy Muir (Tierney)
of his former seaside home, Gull Cottage.After a few minor ghostly episodes in a house the captain has no
intention of sacrificing to a new owner, Gregg and Muir develop a sometimes
stormy but ultimately loving relationship, and of course the "happy
ending" arrives when Mrs. Muir grows old, dies and walks off into an
eternal mist with the captain.

Why do I bring this up?Only
because this early film, innocently appearing in 1947, the "year of the
UFO,"mirrored coincidentally a
scripted relationship with alleged UFO/alien abductions which would become
routinely reported later on in the sixties and seventies.

Huh?

Okay, this is minor stuff, but if I don't plant myself on terra firma
now and then, I'll have to write about Hillary Clinton's comments about aliens,
and I really don't want to lower myself to thosestandards (and may I reiterate -- if you plan to vote a chronic liar
and demon of Benghazi into the presidency simply because you "hope"
or "expect" that she'll perform some nebulous disclosure about UFOs,
totally ignoring her poised ability to build upon Obama's fetid legacy many times over
as a presidential bonus for four or eight years -- you're fooling yourself and
trading freedom for more tyranny).

This fictional movie about ghosts reflected a few similarities to the
UFO abduction phenomenon during a time long before UFO abductions were even
acknowledged.For instance, in a scene
where Mrs. Muir sleeps in her bed, having become infatuated by the attention of
a man (George Sanders) whom she thinks will marry her, Capt. Gregg appears over
her sleeping figure, commanding her subconscious mind to forget him, to forget
that he ever existed except as merely a dream.This somewhat Shakespearean approach would later be classic for alleged UFO abductees who,
through hypnosis or the passage of time itself, would tell investigators that
they were told by an entity in control to forget about their experiences.And yes, though I cringe to insert this --
those who believe "sleep paralysis" has a role in the perceived UFO
abduction experience would view both Lucy and abductees as nothing but victims
of sleep paralysis.

Earlier, Lucy had written a best-selling book about the life of a sea
captain, dictated to her by Capt. Gregg's ghost.How many books have been written by contacteesand abductees who profess special knowledge
gleaned from entities with whom they claim experiences?

Clocks and bells also play a role in the film, denoting time changes
and perhaps "missing time" in "Lucia's" (Lucy's)
relationship with Capt. Gregg.

However, of most interest to me in noting similarities to abductions
and this ghostly tale is an encounter between Lucy and her daughter Anna, who
has grown from a small child to a young adult woman preparing to marry.Anna, having just arrived for a visit with
her mother at Gull Cottage with boyfriend in tow, apparently reveals to her
mother in the kitchen for the first time ever that she, too, had seen Capt.
Gregg as a child.Lucy, having by now
(per Gregg's instructions) remembered Gregg as only a dream, is surprised by
the revelation, and after the two disagree on actually witnessing the
manifestations years ago, they seem to let the matter drop, though still uncomfortable
about reality vs. a dream and childhood imaginations.

Fiction often gives us a view of
the future, though I realize harping upon a ghostly dramatic love story and its
parallels with some alleged UFO abductions may be tenuous at best.But it's so true that we can usually find
recurrent themes among a wealth of subjects throughout history. Whether involving one's alleged "interrupted journey" on a lonely road in the dark of night, or the sound of waves from a stormy sea, crashing against a rocky shore during a particular fictional midnight, primal emotions and fears arise to have their own say within the dense, blackened fog of it all.

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